Pedro Abrunhosa
Miscellaneous
One More Night to Win
He left at dawn,
Without letting himself make a song.
With an open hand he she did on the road,
Tracing dreams on the ground.
«It's always cold in this city»
Said the taxi driver who picked her up,
Without noticing her blank stare
br/>And in the body that inhabited it.
From the window you can see
A much better place.
This house,
This corner,
Or wherever it is .
âI have to stop,†he thought,
And he tried not to sleep.
Because all you want
is someone to love.
A shadow,
A slow ground.
And all you have
is nothing to lose.
A secret,
Another night to win.
The crazy silence of the city
Caught her off guard.
Walked into a bar in shades of purple
And in the blue of a drink.
Crossed the river < br/>One last time,
Across the non-existent bridge.
She was found next to the pier,
Wearing a different nude.
Now you have time
To laugh at the stars,
As you liked
And you did with them.
And in the cinemas,
It was your voice on the screen.
A flag,
A way
To kiss the morning.
Chorus

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